Viola, a spirit of the snow bound to the young prince of Athenia. Their days together had been quite the adventure, however, the death of the king had only further escalated the chaos in their lives. From attending his father's funeral in secrecy to watching Maria trying to keep the crown off of Milo's head.
Viola couldn't simply watch it happen, and so as the morning came, and the two laid bare in each other's arms, she caressed his cheek with a gentle touch and woke him up with a chilling kiss.
"Morning," pressing her lips into a smile, she watched his eyes flutter open.
Drawing her hand away from his face, she laid her head on his chest and hummed to the beating of his heartbeat. Humming along while tracing his chest with her finger, she allowed enough time to adjust to the light creeping in through the open windows.
"The early bird gets the worm," lifting her sapphire eyes, she smiled once more before booping him on the nose. "Or in this case the crown, my lovely prince~"
Spilling her hand behind his neck, she pulled him closer and brushed her lips against his once again. Locked in a cold kiss with a snow spirit, Milo felt a rush of refreshment wash over his body. His eyes wide and his mind now sound, he slowly pulled away–smiling at her as well.
The love between the duo had blossomed since birth, two bodies one soul or at least bonded to each other by an inescapable bond. Their love, however, had only further developed since the day Milo took over the throne, even though his mother wasn't too keen on letting him get the power to rule just yet.
"You're cheery today, anything special?" He asked, his hand brushing down her sensitive cold spine.
Rubbing their noses together with a playful giggle, Viola got one more moment of romance before forcing herself to talk about the throne.
"It's…nothing, I'm just kinda worried about you," having been around his mother just as much as him, she was concerned not just for his safety but also for any splashes on his character that she might attempt to throw. "Your mother, Maria, she–"
"I know, Viola, I know…' looking to the side, Milo gazed at nothing while his mind raced with thoughts. "I'm not blind to her greed, she might just be one of the vile women I know."
Turning his head back, he gently moved Viola off of his body and slipped out from under the blanket. Getting up right after, he glanced around the room trying to find his underwear as well as the rest of his clothing.
"Take me and Tia for example, neither of us looks like our father–not an ounce of resemblance," getting down on one knee to pick up his clothes, he grabbed his underwear off the ground and heaved a heavy sigh. "My eyes are emerald green and hers an oceanic blue, our mother has amber, now it doesn't take much to figure it out, but we're bastards from men whom we knew nothing about."
Watching the light bouncing from his bare back, Viola listened to her soulmate not knowing what to say in response to such heavy words. Staring at him a while longer until he pulled the underwear up his thighs and the sight of his cock from between his legs was finally covered up from behind.
Turning around to face his lover, Milo moved back closer to the bed, a forced smile plastered on his face. He didn't want her to worry about him so much, especially since she'd been working really hard to help him get used to his kingly duties.
"Don't worry, I can handle myself and her," offering her a hand, he waited for her to take it.
Reaching for his help, she raised her upper body before leaning against his stomach. Wrapping her hands around his waist, she pressed her face against his belly.
"Viola, I'll be okay," an awkward chuckle left Milo's lips, he thought that his lover was being overly protective.
However, his mind quickly changed as her teeth dug into his skin and began playfully biting him. A bit ticklish from the sensation, his body stiffened up and his lips curled slightly. But that smile and stiffness were quickly replaced by a euphoric sensation; as Viola bit the edge of his underwear and pulled it down with her teeth.
"V-Viola, wh-what are you doing? We have to go no–AHH!" Feeling her sucking his dick into her mouth with an intense cold suction, Milo's mind shuddered with a buzzing sensation, and the way her nails dug into the skin of his butt–pulling him in, his sense of pain and pleasure was twisted completely. "S-stop…We can do this la-LATTTERR!!"
His words fell on deaf ears as the snow spirit hungry for his semen was helping him in more ways than he realized.
'I can't put her past trying to seduce her own son, so cum for me Milo, I'll make sure your lust and love both belong to me and me alone!' Unbeknownst to Raven's charm on Maria, Viola often tired Milo sexually. She knew it wasn't the most healthy approach, but at least in the starting days of his rules, she wanted to establish him as a wise ruler before trailing off the extreme measure.
Even now, as she kept sucking on his cock as if it were a pair of tits to be suckled and milked, she downed one load after the other. Her throat stretched with each gulp and her lips grew wet and sloppy, but once she was done sucking every last drop even the post-orgasmic juices that barely had anything but water, she finally let Milo go and he instantly fell to the ground, panting.
"Thanks for the meal~" Chuckling to herself, she got off the bed to dress up her baby while he recovered from the extreme dick milking.
However, before she could even get his underwear up his legs, there was a sudden knock on the door before Maria–the queen barged right in.
'What the hell?!' Screamed Viola mentally, knowing that the situation was about to cause a lot of ruckus with the queen.